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When I was about seven, my bedroom was at one end of the hall; at the other end was a tall, striated glass window with a streetlight outside.
My bed was next to the door, which was always ajar. I could see the window if I opened my eyes.
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My bed was next to the door, which was always ajar. I could see the window if I opened my eyes.
Except that, one night, I couldn& #39;t. 1/ https://twitter.com/JohnDiesattheEn/status/1320215953729331200">https://twitter.com/JohnDiesa...
Instead, everything was sort of dark - grey and fuzzy. Something was blocking my view down the landing, and of the window.
When I was able to focus - having just woken up for some reason - I realised I was face-to-face with something.
Its head was the thing blocking my view.
When I was able to focus - having just woken up for some reason - I realised I was face-to-face with something.
Its head was the thing blocking my view.
I& #39;d rolled over during the night and my head was right on the edge of the bed - right next to the crack in the door.
About an inch or two in front of my face - level with me - was another face: flat and grey, with dark smudges where its eyes should be.
About an inch or two in front of my face - level with me - was another face: flat and grey, with dark smudges where its eyes should be.
As far as I can remember, I shut my eyes and froze, then sort of retreated under the blanket as slowly as I could. I don& #39;t remember falling back to sleep but I woke in the morning and whatever it was had gone.
We had no pets. My parents were already asleep, and hadn& #39;t come in.
We had no pets. My parents were already asleep, and hadn& #39;t come in.
I still don& #39;t know what it was. But I know something was there because I couldn& #39;t see the glass and the streetlight at the end of the hall - I was aware of the absence of that light before anything else.
Never did like that house.
Never did like that house.
Since then, I& #39;ve had recurring dreams where I& #39;m standing at the kitchen sink in that house, washing the dishes.
Outside the window, it& #39;s pitch black, so all I can clearly see is my reflection. Behind that, vague, dark outlines in the garden.
I& #39;m standing there and I can& #39;t move.
Outside the window, it& #39;s pitch black, so all I can clearly see is my reflection. Behind that, vague, dark outlines in the garden.
I& #39;m standing there and I can& #39;t move.
